User blog comment:SalemtheCruel/Invaders of Southsward/@comment-3135907-20120517211904

After awhile a light drizzle starts up outside. Zild staggers into Castle Floret, the ragged remains of the fifty original soldiers tramping in behind him. Bone-weary and waterlogged, they crawl to their warm bunks in the barracks whilst Zild stumbles to Morana's bedchamber. A crowd of beasts has gathered around their Queen. "We didn't manage to capture or slay the otter who attacked you, your Majesty." Zild looks down.